"Don't you like Shane Winchester?" Riley Sully retorted.
Cecilia Morton's face stiffened, stammering, "Of course... of course not..."
"Oh, turns out you hate your company's president."
"You... you... I am not! I'm telling you, don't talk nonsense here, or I'll tear that mouth of yours apart!" Seeing her purposely distort her meaning, Cecilia Morton stepped forward two steps and warned softly, seeming somewhat
Riley Sully slightly smiled, thinking that nowadays young girls are really quick-tempered.
She shook her head, not planning to argue further, and intended to leave.
